My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 281: The Watcher

Enzo

Nina screamed while I was fucking her.

I instantly pulled out, terrified that I had hurt her. I had thought that we were just having kinky sex, and I didn’t mean to do anything that would have made her uncomfortable or caused her any pain.

“What? What is it?” I asked frantically, helping her up off of the motorcycle. “Did I hurt you?”

Nina shook her head and pulled her skirt back down with one hand while pointing shakily at the trees with the other. “Someone was watching us,” she said. “I saw yellow eyes in the forest.”

I furrowed my brow and looked out toward where Nina was pointing. Nothing was there. “Are you sure it wasn’t a deer?” I asked. “I don’t see anyone.” But Nina was vehement, and just kept pointing. I planted a kiss on her forehead and decided to walk over there just to make her feel better; surely it was just a deer, but if it would make her feel safer, then I didn’t mind checking.

scent slowly came to my nostrils. It was fading quickly, but it was

that came into my mind was that this cliff was, after all, located close to my father’s house. I hadn’t gone

right back,” I called out to Nina, who was still standing by the motorcycle with a combination of terror

me and

best to stay together in case he tried anything. I was already fairly certain that he was working with the Crescents; and if he wasn’t, then he was, at the very least, up to no good. He clearly wanted my father to not come back, and he may have already heard about my father’s death now. Either he was working

and the sun had almost gone down so it was even darker now. It didn’t affect me though with my night vision, and I kept

to stay quiet, which she did. We then quietly walked further into the forest, following what

a slight clearing in the trees where a light dusting of snow had fallen. I walked up to the snow, sniffing the air. Lewis’ scent had long since dissipated, but when I looked down, I could see

following us. How long he had been doing that, though, was still a mystery to me. Just thinking about it made my blood run cold; I imagined him watching us through windows,

that I wanted in that house, and I didn’t care much about it since we only moved there after my mother died. I hated the way that cold, modern house looked with its enormous windows, gray appearance, and boxy shape. I hated everything that it stood for. But I still needed to know what happened to it since my father died, and if Lewis and

me, although I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or just from the cold. Either way, I gently put my arm around her

we were able to speak freely. The sound of the ocean rushed up on us the moment we stepped out from the deafening treeline, masking our